Crucible II

ethereal
in its grit.
celestial
in its perverseness.

indifference
implies
acknowledgement.

this is less,
or more,
I no longer know.

but pain burns
for pain’s sake
alone.

no story
here.
not any more.

wings are to no avail.
so sink
lower,
and burn.

you may return
or you may
not.

but you were.

 
you were.